Rebellion

Prompt: The Evil Overlord as a protagonist. Bonus points if his actions are justified enough to make him just as “good” as the rebels.

There was no sense in wasting ammunition.  The Director looked onward upon as the rebels floundered under the force of her weaponry.  Their futile magic tricks no match for the funded cannons.  The Director turned away as rather spunky one was taken down by the exploding architecture.  She couldn’t for the life of her remember his name.

 

Behind her, a figure spoke as he leisurely sipped imported wine.  “You're a cruel mistress Director, those kids just wanted their toys back,” He laughed drunkenly, leering, “They’re so determined to watch you burn,”  His eyes focused for a moment, expression grave, “And yet you just keep going, stirring up trouble in the lives of children half your age.”  He paused, then promptly burst into hysteric giggles.  His body jerked, silky bathrobe undone in the process.

 

The Director’s expression morphed into disgust as she looked over the man.  Her eyes sharply green, the ice in them freezing the room.  The man didn’t seem to notice her increasing disdain as he brokenly laughed.  Turning away from her sham of a brother, the Director moved across the darkened room to close the hefty curtains.  Without the light of battle to illuminate the space, everything faded.  

 

She bypassed the daunting throne and sat across from her brother, who lounged like a spoiled overfed cat.  He gulped at his drink, slurping as he spoke, “Ya’ know, I could get used to this whole winning thing, “A snort, “We already got this place, “ His arms extended in exaggeration as he addressed the castle.  His voice echoed through the steel corridors, all servants and guards having fled under the rebel attack.  He grinned impishly.  The Director internally cringed at the sight.

 

“We should just take all of it, including Roberts.”  At this, she couldn’t stop herself from expressing her distaste. He was referring to the Kingdom of Roberts, the land was not too far east, and certainly attainable due to their homely military and isolationism.  However, due to their social laws, the Director failed to see how Roberts would need to be added to her empire.

 

“Aw, come on now, don’t give that face.  You have all the power remember, I recall you telling me that once.  What’s another measly plot of land to you?”  His condescending words dug into the Director’s flesh, and she struggled to contain herself.

“My mistake, “She forced out, “I failed see your talents in all of this, now of course you’re always ready to prove me wrong right?  Or have your words finally become the last asset to your persuasion, not that I’m particularly surprised.”  She eyed the lumps of skin that surrounded her brother’s torso.  He gagged as her words caused an intake of wine. 

 

He glared daggers at the Director, just as an explosion from outside reminded them of the carnage going on.  Rage flooded his face, and he opened his mouth to express it; abruptly being cut off by the woman, “Do not forget, I am in charge here, and I think my patience with you has waned more so than before.”  Ice leaked out of her words, cooling the fire in his eyes.  Gone was his sister, replaced by the cold general rebelling against teen warriors who failed to join her empire.  Still, he was far too stubborn to stop now, “Come one now, we wouldn’t have gotten here without me and my tricks, “ He glared, anger flaring again, “I’m just as if not more important than you!”  

Author's Note

Just a prompt to get the gears going.